Man demon machine
feel them scrubbing
metallic sides with skin grafts
the early alarm system torn loose
from the fabric of the body
shields made of clay,
an ornithologist's gaze
tightened over rice paper graph
the elegant deceptions of silk
a blade in the oiled guts
coming forth in straps and a valentine gun
grinning sheaths of plastic teeth
black as tar gum
snuffing out the stars
that land of them